is it? cloying? the way in which we give to each other? i've been feeling unsure.
infusing everything on the path, i've been the rot you've been the honey. but when i look for clarity in silence, you divulge your interest (barely louder) -with a question.
and when you decay towards me when you use me for your pleasure and i see the devil in you, you make me solely a body.
i mean, what is a future for us? living alongside, maybe we'll develop an ******; but you'll have to want longer, i to disengage from disavowment.
proximity to omnipresence only if i stop burying myself, i want to look into your eyes and find reciprocity.
been reading and it's been keeping with me, i'm missing stimulating conversation, i miss working in a bookstore.
i'm putting words to these doubts, not because i want them to be real, but to confront them,